Records Poem by Hans Raj Sharma
Records
Truly
Born to die
To be fucked
And forgotten
A lily pluck
Like a chicken
All living beings
As species live
Live a little.
Changing-
Original shape
Living at the mercy
Mercy of mightier
Mercy of the nature
As a seasonal object
Or a deck-piece.
Existed-
Once upon a time
Now, the true history
With no records.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2017
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
Once upon a time
Now, true history
With no records.
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